Satan’s Temper
Under The Floorboards / 7DS
Inhale deep.
Steel my nerves.
Nothing more
than you deserve.
Adrenaline
burns through my veins.
Struggling
to stay sane.
Hold the rage. Keep it back.
Resist the urge. Stifle attack.
Burning thoughts fill my head.
Blind my eyes. Seeing red.
Blood boils.
It just won’t quit.
……Fuck it.
I want to tear my nails through your flesh,
rip apart your skin,
pound my fist into your skull
and shred the thoughts within.
I want to purge my fury
by ending your breath,
rip your heart from your chest
while it still beats.
I’ll shatter every vertebrae
and still let you live.
Immerse myself
in the sweet chorus of your cries.
Let your screams be my lullaby
and my rage’s dream,
then slam my fist through
the brittle bones of your chest.
I’ll tear your eyes from their sockets.
See what happens next.
Shove the remnants of your blackened heart
back into your chest.
Piece you together
until you’re somewhat whole
so I can tear you apart again.
I’m in control.
My hands are bleeding from clenched fists.
Sorry if my temper sometimes gets the best of me.
Choke on your own lungs.
Did you think it wise to mess with me?
Shattered bones. Broken head.
Not allowed to be dead.
Inflicting pain. Suffering.
What precious joy my temper brings.